It was a beautiful morning, and I had found myself a seat next to a 7th floor hospital window to peer out of. The city looked small, with only a few rooftops carving into the horizon. The intense, yet hypnotizing turquoise hue of the Mediterranean was playing with my senses. The voices and clatter in the crowded room seemed to fade as I started to imagine stories and serendipities for the minuscule people. I gazed and wondered... What's that down there? Oh look, up there! a plane! I wonder where they're going...
And there she was. Way down there, tiny, and making an easy, yet elegant stride of what any other woman would make a complete mess of, holding more scholar paraphernalia than one would care to describe. She caught my eye, her charming gray outfit contrasting against the yellow tiles as she made her way through the plaza. I wonder where she's going...
She holds her phone to her ear and disappears into the crowd... Is my phone ringing?
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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Thanks :) I'm a bit late on this one but I should tell you I loved that feeling when my phone rang and I started looking around.
And then when I couldn't find anyone, I looked up to the skies, maybe just maybe you were there...
A bit late. Description failed. Utterly. :)
Glad u liked it; Ruin the mystery why don't you! :)
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